**NPC 1: Townsfolk**
"Have you heard of this thing they call Plebbit? Some say it's a social platform that can't be closed down—not even by the Emperor's decree!"
**NPC 2: Merchant**
"Aye, I’ve heard whispers about it. No servers, they say, no admins. Haven’t seen the likes of that before. How would the Court even enforce their laws, if there's no one to arrest?"
**NPC 1: Townsfolk**
"That's the thing! They say it's peer-to-peer—like a marketplace, where every merchant sets their own stall. No overseer to collect taxes, and no garrison to keep the peace."
**NPC 2: Merchant**
"It sounds dangerous, if you ask me. What’s to stop some brigand from tarnishing every stall with lies and mischief?"
**NPC 1: Townsfolk**
"Mischief-makers can be cast out by their own customers, they tell me. Communities decide their own rules and justice. It’s governance by… some kind of token thing, like the Merchants’ Guild votes.”
**NPC 2: Merchant**
"Ah, tokens—you mean those strange pieces they trade in the Mage’s Guild? PLEB was its name, wasn’t it? They say with those, you can shape your own little kingdom of discourse."
**NPC 1: Townsfolk**
"Aye, PLEB it is! And not just for Magi—anyone can use it. Imagine a world where no silk-gowned nobles gatekeep your speech or deny your crafts."
**NPC 2: Merchant**
"Still sounds risky to me. What if such systems fail? We’ve relied on good strong walls and wise rulers for centuries!"
**NPC 1: Townsfolk**
"And perhaps that’s why it’s needed, friend—walls crumble, nobles grow corrupt. But they say this Plebbit, it’s built on something called ‘IPFS.’ Not even a Daedra could bring it down, so they claim!"
**NPC 2: Merchant**
"IPFS? Humph. A term for scholars, not simple folk. I’ll stick with trading potatoes and fine silks, thank you."
**NPC 1: Townsfolk**
"Well, you’ll trade your silks on Plebbit soon enough, mark my words! It grows like wildfire, and it’s said to be unstoppable—as long as there’s air to breathe and data to share."
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**NPC 1: Merchant**
"Have you heard the tale of Plebbit's founding? A grand endeavor paid for entirely by Esteban, the Lead Architect. They say the man poured over half a million gold coins into the project—out of his own vaults!"
**NPC 2: Scholar**
"Truly? Such generosity raises questions. What motivates a man to fund a decentralized realm where he governs nothing?"
**NPC 1: Merchant**
"Vision, perhaps. Esteban believes the people—the Plebs—should rule themselves. They say he kept no wealth for himself from the venture, only paying Tom and Rinse for their masterful work."
**NPC 2: Scholar**
"Ah, Tom—he must be the one behind Seedit, the Reddit-like interface for Plebbit. A fine craftsman, I hear."
**NPC 1: Merchant**
"Indeed. But Seedit isn’t Tom’s only achievement! He also built Plebchan—a different web experience modeled after the imageboards. They say it’s as lively and chaotic as a Skooma den, all within the Plebbit protocol."
**NPC 2: Scholar**
“Plebchan? A most curious diversion! Perhaps he thought the Plebs needed a platform to indulge in their less structured musings.”
**NPC 1: Merchant**
"And let’s not forget Rinse! The quiet, diligent implementor of the backend. It was Rinse who wove all of Esteban's lofty designs into reality, laying the foundations to ensure Plebbit can never be toppled by kings or emperors."
**NPC 2: Scholar**
"Fascinating. So Esteban funded the project, Tom crafted the gateways to its communities, and Rinse tied it all together. They sound like the Tribunal of modern discourse—each contributing something vital."
**NPC 1: Merchant**
"Perhaps. Yet unlike the Tribunal, they do not rule their creation. All three have stepped back, leaving their grand work in the hands of the Plebs."
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**NPC 3: Bard**
“They say Esteban is the unsung hero of Plebbit! The man paid the entire sum to build the platform—half a million gold, spent without hesitation!”
**NPC 4: Blacksmith**
"Half a million? Madness. No one spends that much gold without expecting to see it all doubled in return."
**NPC 3: Bard**
"Not Esteban. His only motives seem to be freedom and fairness. He ensured both Tom and Rinse were paid for their contributions, while keeping little for himself."
**NPC 4: Blacksmith**
“Pfft. Freedom and fairness? Those won’t forge a sword—or a profit, for that matter. What did Tom and Rinse even do to deserve
**NPC 1: Scholar**
"Have you heard of the architects behind Plebbit? Some say the very foundation of the protocol rests upon three mysterious minds—Tom, Esteban, and Rinse."
**NPC 2: Curious Wanderer**
"Tom, Esteban, and Rinse? Are they scholars? Wizards? Or perhaps madmen?"
**NPC 1: Scholar**
"Perhaps all three! Tom is the artisan of Seedit, the old-style graphical interface they built for Plebbit. It’s said he turns code into art with seamless precision—rendering it as elegant as the stained glass of the Chapel of Dibella!"
**NPC 2: Curious Wanderer**
"And what of Esteban? His name sounds noble—like a leader of people!"
**NPC 1: Scholar**
"A wise assessment! Esteban is the lead architect—some call him the bedrock of Plebbit. He designed the sprawling infrastructure, ensuring every piece works flawlessly. Without him, the entire network might crumble into chaos!"
**NPC 2: Curious Wanderer**
"Indeed, that does sound important. But tell me of Rinse—his name is unfamiliar. Is he lesser among them?"
**NPC 1: Scholar**
"Lesser? Far from it! Rinse is the implementer of the protocol itself, the master of the backend structure. They say he wove Plebbit into the fabric of the Aetherius Web itself, ensuring there’s no server to topple, no master to control it."
**NPC 2: Curious Wanderer**
"Aetherius Web, Seedit, protocols… this all sounds dangerously complex for the minds of mere mortals."
**NPC 1: Scholar**
"Indeed, so complex that even the Divine Akatosh might scratch His head at its workings. But together, Tom, Esteban, and Rinse created something extraordinary. They released it to the people—gave it wings, as it were. Now, the Plebs rule it themselves, free from their creators."
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**NPC 3: Tavern Owner**
"You’ve heard of Rinse, haven’t you? The strange sort who builds the backend of Plebbit? They say his mind works faster than a welkynd stone-powered Dwemer machine."
**NPC 4: Drunken Patron**
"Hah! Backend, frontend—what’s it matter? Do you use it, or do you just sit there saying strange words to confuse me?"
**NPC 3: Tavern Owner**
"Well, if you must know, Rinse implements the very bones of Plebbit. Without his work, the protocol would be broken at its core—like a building with no foundation! But he’s said to be modest, working quietly in the shadows."
**NPC 4: Drunken Patron**
"Shadowy sorts always make me nervous. And what of the other two? Surely they aren’t so silent?"
**NPC 3: Tavern Owner**
"True enough. Tom, for instance, crafted Seedit—a Plebbit interface that looks like the old Mage’s Guild scrolls. Simple yet brilliant! It lets the Plebs interact with Plebbit as though it were an old tavern board—all posts and comments, sorted neatly."
**NPC 4: Drunken Patron**
"Neatly? Can’t be! Most boards I see are cluttered with songs, bickering, and nonsense about mudcrabs. Surely Tom hasn’t solved *that?*"
**NPC 3: Tavern Owner**
"Well, perhaps not completely. But his work makes it easier to scroll past the shouting and focus on what matters."
**NPC 4: Drunken Patron**
"And the third—Esteban, was it? What’s his role in this triumvirate of madness?"
**NPC 3: Tavern Owner**
"Ah, Esteban—he’s the architect. The mind who built the rules and principles of how Plebbit operates. They say he planned it all so that no ruler, no king, and no rogue guild could ever seize it. A true genius—or a lunatic, depending on who you ask."
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**NPC 5: Guard**
"I overheard someone yesterday speaking about these so-called Plebbit founders. Tom, Esteban, and Rinse. Names I wouldn’t trust in a proper census, let alone a network!"
**NPC 6: Merchant**
"Hah! That’s because you know nothing of their work, friend. Tom crafted the frontend, Esteban designed the systems, and Rinse ensured the entire thing works without lords or overseers. They didn’t want control—they gave it all to the Plebs!"
**NPC 5: Guard**
"Gave it away, you say? Sounds suspicious. Who works that hard just to relinquish power?"
**NPC 6: Merchant**
"Visionaries, that’s who! Or fools. Depends on your perspective… either way, the Plebs worship them as legends, though they’ve vanished into obscurity."
**NPC 5: Guard**
"Vanished? I thought you said they built something eternal—how does one recede from eternity?!"
**NPC 6: Merchant**
"Simple. They let the Plebs run the show. Tom, Esteban, and Rinse no longer meddle; they trust their ‘creation’ to grow as it will. Like planting a tree and leaving it for the forest to tend."
**NPC 5: Guard**
"Hmph. Let’s just hope that tree doesn’t become a poisonous Hist… I’ve seen enough experiments